Despite himself, Vinnie glanced at Char out the very corner of his eye and narrowed them with complete disbelief. Nothing coming out of the guy's mouth made any sense at all. What? Whatever it was that the former dragon had assumed about their floral existence, it had to be completely and fundamentally wrong, to the extent that the Venusaur had no idea where to even start correcting him.
The unspoken breezed right over her head, thankfully for Vinnie. No sweeping up of the arms. Good. Boundaries.
She turned her head back around to blurt out, "Are you even speaking English anymore? That's not Bulba's flower now." Lifting her hand out of the water, Vinnie pointed at the Ivysaur in question and made a circular motion as though he were gesturing at the entirety of Char's swapped body. "It's 'yours.' It's part of you."
The idea that there was some part of Bulba's psyche somehow trapped inside his floral half, like it held a secret nugget of his original mind was absurd. While flowers certainly had a presence, a consciousness, an ability to perceive the world around them, it was nothing so complex and distinguishing as an animal organism. There was 'safety' and 'kin' and there was 'danger' and 'enemy' - there was 'grow' and 'reproduce' and there was 'perish'.
The basic needs of any plant was pretty much the same. Whatever sexual preference that made up Bulba, it was contained entirely in his animal half. No one was half-gay here. Geez.
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The unspoken breezed right over her head, thankfully for Vinnie. No sweeping up of the arms. Good. Boundaries.
She turned her head back around to blurt out, "Are you even speaking English anymore? That's not Bulba's flower now." Lifting her hand out of the water, Vinnie pointed at the Ivysaur in question and made a circular motion as though he were gesturing at the entirety of Char's swapped body. "It's 'yours.' It's part of you."
The idea that there was some part of Bulba's psyche somehow trapped inside his floral half, like it held a secret nugget of his original mind was absurd. While flowers certainly had a presence, a consciousness, an ability to perceive the world around them, it was nothing so complex and distinguishing as an animal organism. There was 'safety' and 'kin' and there was 'danger' and 'enemy' - there was 'grow' and 'reproduce' and there was 'perish'.
The basic needs of any plant was pretty much the same. Whatever sexual preference that made up Bulba, it was contained entirely in his animal half. No one was half-gay here. Geez.